#OK NOW BAI

[95-6qrsk2rx9uq42069nnnnnjthewolf]

i think tim is high maintenance the way a boarder collie or austrialian shepherd is. like you have to make sure they're not only given space to expend energy but you have to specifically let them get the herding instinct out and challenge them intellectually or they start destroying ur home

[sun-e-chips]

It may be the end of summer but the fun is just beginning!

Goodbye summer see you again next year :)

[laurzvahll]

his doopid contacts

[ink--theory]

thoughts on bonerattle arena

[zishuge]

Story of Kunning Palace (2023) | Ep. 38

[shiregoth]

eddie munson x diabetic!reader hcs

gn reader, no use of y/n. blog is 18+, these hcs aren't. wc: 500 | tldr eddie CARES ok. this is completely self-indulgent fluff, sorry not sorry.

eddie would be your walking snack bag. gummies? he's got 'em. glucose tabs? 2 packs. juice box? chocolates? fruit? whatever your starved brain can come up with, if he doesn't have it on his person somewhere in those big jeans pockets, he's got it in the back of his van. that's where the magic happens. (sometimes the magic is keeping you alive when the mid-make-out low hits.)

will hold you when you cry over a fucked injection/bg test site. sometimes that needle just hits the wrong way somehow, despite the routine, and then there's blood everywhere and shit hurts and you're just so tired but he's got you. holding you so close 'n tight to keep you together till you stop sobbing, and then slowly loosening you up when you're a lil' better. swings you back and forth, first softly, then more and more till you're shaking and cackling. starts tickling the parts of your tummy that don't hurt. obnoxiously blows raspberries against the side of your head, on your shoulders, chest, upper stomach. chest again bc lbr that's his fave place to be. by the end you're red and panting, not just from laughter.

not just doesn't mind, but is obsessed with watching you handle your equipment. refilling your pen. calibrating your bg meter. putting in a new injection site and fiddling with your pump. eddie wants to know how it all works, and not just ""in case"" but because he's genuinely interested. would ask more questions about What's That Do at the doc's office than you do. also loves kissing that little forehead crease you get when one of the stuffs malfunctions. (he calls it "misbehaving" and he's given them names. don't be mad at betty g. meters, she's doing her best job just like you.)

a l w a y s wakes up with you at night. if it's from a bg alarm or bc you wake up from feeling shit by yourself, as soon as you wind out of his arms to get a snack or a glass of water, he's up. bed's cold, you're warm, and he's used to you being his favorite pillow to wrap around. if you don't come back quick by yourself he'll come pick you up from the Midnight Kitchen Funk and sits it out with you together. (comfortably. snuggled. in bed.)

knows the pharmacy staff by name. they love it when he comes in to pick up your prescriptions, he's always very polite and very sweet to the people having a good hand in keeping you alive. (also pays part of the costs from his side business. what else's he making the big money for?)

indulges and exploits your health and other people's misinformation about it. yeah sorry no can do comin' to work today. yeah it's a bad diabetes day. yeah they feel like shit. it'll be all day gotta stay with them sorry yeah. / you got us, it's contagious. gift from the devil himself, actually. if you keep annoying us we'll curse you with it too. yah we're right at the source. bye <3

[z0mbiiboy2]

[pocket-vvardvark]

WIP Wednesday

Ty for the tag @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter <33

I'd like to tag: @aviel-the-trans-bucket @hircines-hunter @fangsandsoftgrass @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @scholarlyhermit @sanza-17 @sulphuricgrin @changelingsandothernonsense @progmetol @varlaisvea @yansurnummu @yewphoric @lucius-the-sinful no pressure as always!! ♥️♥️♥️🥰 Love ya'll with my whole heart

I've got a new chapter in the works for sweet decay 🤪 so, here's the WIP under the cut bc it's sorta long

Rivenspire is cloaked in the warmth of the sunrise. Blooming across dry earth, it softens the land’s foreboding appearance into something habitable. Having been awake for far too long, Verandis palms his sunken eyes as the soft glow filters in through open windows behind him. At the very least, the weather was somewhat pleasant in favor of the most recent heatwave. His body is no longer among the living, but the heat still drove him onto the edge of exhaustion just as easily as it would to a human. Voyage to Lillandril would be a pleasant escape to the lingering heat, and a part of him missed Summerset. Among the cities in Summerset, he supposed Lillandril was the fairest. Cradled upon the sea, the wind which swept only the most beautiful flowers was tinted with a satisfying chill against the heat. His thoughts shift to Angelica; briefly imagining her time on the island. Yesterday, she mentioned her distaste for Altmer culture, which was fair in its own right. No matter how hard a half-breed attempted to live up to their purpose, no full-blooded Altmer would label them anything but an Ephem. As saddening as it was, this was the way of his people. Thumbing over a groove on the hardwood of his desk, Verandis mulls over his relationship with the pesky minx. It was growing, that's unfortunately true, but to what extent? It had been an incredibly long time since he called another his lover, and oddly enough, Angelica didn't seem the type. She seemed content to toy with him, refusing to acknowledge him as anything other than good fun. Although, her gentleness from the other day did start to confuse him. The whole situation vexed him; feeling like a bumbling idiot left in the dark of some grand plan. Years of building House Ravenwatch softened him, and maybe that was why he was far too slow on the uptake. Regardless, the job needed to be completed, and he supposed he should use her…talents she so dramatically bragged about. The sun rises above the trees, signaling it was time to move. Verandis does so, gathering the bare essentials and finally roaming the halls until he reaches Angelica’s room. Raising a hand to knock, his knuckles fail to reach the door as it's opened before he can. 

She smiles. It's surprisingly bright for how strangely she acted the other day. Another facade? He'll see in time, Verandis assumes. 

“So…it's time?” Casting red hair aside, she tugs it into a messy bun of locks, then pats her leathers down. Ah, another surprise; that she's actually wearing proper clothes this time.

Prepared to suffer by her hand from whatever acts of mischief she'll no doubt drum up, Verandis answers with the utmost exasperation, “Yes. Bring along what you need.” Squinting, he watches as she disappears back into her room to procure a satchel.

“I do hope that's necessary.” 

Laughing as she peeks into the standing mirror, she makes one final adjustment to push her breasts up. “Oh, hush. We're taking a trip to the market, right? I'll need gold for that…among other things.”

‘Among other things’, that little remark did not inspire much of anything in him but annoyance. She hoists her arm into his, linking together as she bats her lashes. “I’ve been waiting for a chance like this; to come along on some grand adventure with the Count of House Ravenwatch. My sister told me all about you, you know.” 

He's pulled along with her, walking a stride slower due to their height differences. It would seem her younger sister had a bit of a loose tongue. Thinking about Alethia softens his expression, though, he knows there was no ill intent behind her excited story-telling. She couldn't keep a secret, that much he knew.

“Did she, now? I can only pray she had good things to tell.” They pass the doors, already walking down the rough, cracked path to shornhelm. 

Making a sound rivaling that of a disgruntled guar, he’s bewildered enough to glance down at her. She sticks her tongue out once he does, “That's what I think about your stupid attempts at being posh. Or…maybe you're shy. Are you shy, count?”

She snorts, tugging at their linked arms with an impish grin. 

“You-” Verandis scoffs, but he makes no move to wriggle away, only yielding to her kisses placed on his cheek. “I'm not shy. You're just…too overzealous for me. Not even Gwendis is this tiring, I should have you know.” 

Gasping dramatically, she feigns a sniffle, “Breaking my heart so soon? How could you…I thought we shared something special.” 

“Special? Hm, I had the distinct feeling I was but only a tryst to you, Angelica.” Their footsteps halt on the barren path of dirt as Verandis stops. He grazes a knuckle over her cheek, relishing in her sudden speechlessness. There's a hint of intrigue in her eyes, but something much less distinct; embarrassment. 

“Tsk, tsk…” the pad of his thumb strokes the tip of her cheek bone, “Projecting, are we?” 

Life spreads back into her features, moving her lips as her expression excites, “Projecting? No way, now you've got to buy me something like you promised.” 

Nothing gets past her, he's sure of that as she reminds him of what foolish words he uttered last night. It almost worked, if she hadn't been so perceptive. No matter, it would prove useful in the next days they’d spend together 

“A shame you hadn't kept your promise, then.” She blinks, fascinated by the ethereal hue his carmine eyes take against the bright sunshine. It steals her breath away, causing the briefest stirring deep in her belly. Truthfully, she was beginning to fluster at the sight of him like this; gazing down at her with such a romantic expression, like he could dip her back any second for a kiss. There was no love lost between any number of her trysts and herself, as the fickle emotion only served to complicate things. It stood in the back of her mind, though, as if it tempted her into taking that step. Oddly numb, she couldn't make sense whether she even wanted love. Sure, she'd never stayed quite this long with any of her romps, but it felt strange to just up and leave like they never met. Perhaps it was as her mother said, that one day she would want to settle down, to be with the one man who stole her heart. A flush does make its way to her cheeks, so light a dusting that Verandis nearly mistakes it for the sun on her skin. She takes her own embarrassing reaction in stride, smiling to him so lovingly that they both falter in each other’s grasp. Unlike the night they shared, it is him who concedes first, his grasp brushing away so softly she misses it. Clearing his throat, they continue down the path until Shornhelm can be peered at in the distance. The blob grows until she can see the roofs, the people, and of course, the market. Angelica observes the sights, its fairly different from both of her homelands from what she can recall from both Summerset and Western Skyrim. Hard times have clearly claimed most of Rivenspire’s goods and, frankly, the morale, too. Most shopowners looked more like they were proud owners of shacks rather than appealing homes; it went double for their wares, unfortunately. The only exciting things left were the rare pieces of jewelry she spotted along the way, and the occasional sneak she took of the count’s face while he was deep in thought. A local apothecary catches her attention, drawing her closer until several ingredients greet her eyes. The woman looks only to be a few years younger than herself, smiling but ragged after whatever turned shornhelm into turmoil. Hopefully, after her sister’s little adventure here, things would get better. Nevertheless, Angelica wasn’t entirely heartless, so she took what little ingredients were left and paid a little extra. She winks, and tugs the count along before the young woman can argue against the generous amount of coins splayed across the worn market stall.

“Well…I believe that’s all I’ll be in need of. Never hurts to pack a few poisons.”

If he noticed what happened, which she realizes he must, it doesn’t earn her a conversation. Either perturbed by her shocking display of kindness, or their recently shared embarrassment, Angelica cannot tell beneath his seemingly aloof gaze. 

“We should get a move on, then. Rivenspire lacks ferries, so we’ll have to carriage our way to Glenumbra.” She wants to kick herself for feeling disappointed he doesn’t thrust his arm out for her to hold, but makes due with this new development. It’s not like they were close, but she was finding herself longing for some type of…praise from doing good. Divines, did whatever happened last night really affect her that badly? She hadn’t thought so, until her thoughts soured from every woman which passed their way to ogle Verandis’ human disguise. A part of herself swelled in pride when they sunk back down upon her appearance by his side. That feeling was only doubled when she realized they would never know his secret, and such an intimate secret it was. Jealousy wasn’t her style, but she wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to swathe the Count in her perfume before exiting the castle next time. He certainly smelled better in it than whatever ancient perfume he wore beside her. Curious, she peeks over to marvel at his disguise. Honestly, she preferred how he always looked; with eyes as red as rubies and alabaster skin. It simultaneously enthralled and got her feeling rather heated. Such raw and dangerous intent was no longer evident in his now honey-colored eyes, and that left her feeling quite bored. Although…she could make due with those amber eyes if they watched her with the utmost adoration; that would be her goal for the day.

Grinning, she’s back to her confident self, looking as mischievous as a nixad. He realizes she snickers like one, too.

“Do I dare ask what you’re conjuring up behind me? I fear you, at times.”

Prancing back to his side, her fingers curl into his own, forcing him to slow his stride once more.

“Nothing much, just admiring the view.”

He snorts, “Of my backside? How quaint.”

Nudging him, he gains an eyeful of the sweet little twist of her lips, “It's a very disarming backside.” 

Sighing, he can't help but chuckle at that, “Whatever shall I do with you?”

His eyes jump between her own, searching for the reply her lips twitch with. Angelica settles for a gentle peck on his nose, laughing when he wrinkles it from the tickle. 

“I'm sure you'll dream up some elaborate plan to keep me quiet, darling.” 

[redamanccys]

i hope my habit of bringing politics into everything and rbf have captivated you

[theexorcistiii]

I digitized my true stories vhs u can watch it on google drive here if u haven’t seen it please watch it right now it’s the most important movie ever!!!!!!!

Also here’s my whole vhs uploads folder for you to keep an eye on there’s only 1 other thing in it rn but I’m working on digitizing as many of my tapes as I can today ^_^

[sun-e-chips]

Turns out when you own a waterpark you can bend your own rules

Y/N found out the hard way

[barkrk]

bear at the gym taps my shoulder to tell me i have great form and i have to bite the inside of my mouth to keep myself from saying some freak shit instead of just “thank you”

[purpurussy]

i have so many thoughts about the "i hate phil" bit but im too tired to articulate myself

[xiakeponz]

"If I liked someone, I would hide it in the depths of my heart forever. I would never speak of it aloud, nor would I ever let anyone know."

so anyway I am watching this show now because there's not a lot to watch (for some reason I've gone off on a ZLH backlog and I do love to see Bailu) and omg don't spoiler but-

Xie Wei is talking about himself right, very hypothetically and this is not about Jiang Xuening at all :skull emoji: did he like her from like four years ago when they were going to the capital ... what's going on xie wei sir lmao as far as she knows he's whipped out his dagger 🗡️ like actually- at her more than a few times 😩 also, yo, is he also living a second life? (ok no spoil).

[sodrippy]

but seriously why am i feeling mentally ill again genuine question i dont underSTAND

[ro4dlj]

LEVEL UP! @gnarpii

update ur Tumblr loser ! /J

Congrats on aging my boy now everyone congratulate bro as well!1!1!1!1

Stayyy freeeeesh